Chapter 2: Burn you Y

  581 high ground was silent, the Indian army had disappeared, the front line of the position was all broken guns and shell craters, a destroyed heavy machine gun was smoking in the 9 o'clock direction, several unthrown grenades were placed on the already bombed bunker, the right side of the trench turned black.

  The tail of a fan-shaped jet surface, a flamethrower soldier holding a flamethrower motionless, the sacrificed body still maintaining a fighting posture. On the right edge of the trench, a headless corpse had no blood in its broken neck, but from the direction of the corpse's fall and the charred clothes, it should be a warrior from our own Eighth Company. Several Indian Army corpses were also lying on the edge of the trench.

  Not far away, a broken armed helicopter was still smoking, the pilots in the cockpit had been shot dead, their eyes were wide open, the co-pilot's position was clearly sunken, and the co-pilot was squeezed together with the seat, probably due to some strong impact.

  Not far from the armed helicopter, a camouflaged Mi-11 was also emitting black smoke, and the pilots and crew members in the cockpit had already sacrificed. The empty rocket launcher was crushed by the strong inertia when the helicopter crashed, and one of the rocket launchers still had an unlaunched rocket inside.

  Cheng Feng slightly curled up the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of a smile. He then gave Lao Li and the others a resolute glance. He quickly put on a full gas mask, held an open grenade in his left hand, and hooked the ring onto his index finger. With a swing of his right hand, he crouched down and charged forward first.

  Although it's less than 15 meters from where he fell to the forefront of Hill 581, these 15 meters seem so long. For Cheng Feng, who is on the battlefield for the first time, today's 15 meters feel like 1500 meters, and he can't run to the end no matter what. After what felt like a century, Cheng Feng finally stepped into the trenches of Hill 581, and immediately afterwards Old Li also jumped down with a "thud".

  Old Li jumped hastily and lost control of his body's center of gravity, so he fell heavily onto the inner side of the trench. His body crashed into the chest of a dead Indian soldier, which suddenly tilted forward due to the impact, and Old Li almost had an intimate contact with the corpse, mouth-to-mouth. With a "plop" sound, the corpse stained Old Li's whole body with its dark red blood.

  "Ptooey, what bad luck!" Old Li spat out a wad of phlegm as he wiped the black blood from his opponent's corpse off his body with his hand.

  "Lao Li, over here," Cheng Feng said as he nodded towards Lao Li and the two of them moved forward in a line to search the left side of the trench. Zhang Yu and Nanjing, who had just jumped into the trench, closely followed behind them, with the four of them moving forward together.

  The original depth of this trench was very deep, about 230m or more, but under the continuous bombardment of both sides' large-caliber artillery, some sections have become very shallow. In addition to the automatic weapons all over the ground in the trench, there were also damaged light and heavy machine guns, discarded grenade launchers after firing, and Indian triangular scarves stained with blood all over the ground.

  Several bodies of our soldiers also lay in the trenches just ahead of 581. From this scene, Comrade Eighth Company still charged forward at 581, but later no one followed up in time, so they all sacrificed outside Hào.

  The scorching sunlight shone directly on the 581 position, although it was already June, but at this 581 highland located on the side of the Himalayas, the wind was very strong, and the head-on wind was still cool, estimated to be around 5 degrees Celsius. Fortunately, the current military uniform is not as thick as it was decades ago, and the use of new materials makes Chen Feng's military uniform only slightly thicker than usual.

  While keeping warm, it also has a certain protective function. The only thing is that the outerwear is a bit heavy and affects the speed of progress. The 581 position was silent, except for the sound of the wind, there were only the four of them left with their breathing sounds. The high altitude made him, who grew up in the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, feel a little short of breath.

  After walking a few steps, Chengfeng arrived at the body of an Indian soldier lying on the left side of the trench. The soldier's left arm was gone, and the broken part of his shoulder had black blood, white tendons, and unutterable muscle tissue hanging from his lifeless body.

  The turban on his head was also blown open by the blast, hanging loosely on his blood-stained face. His chest was riddled with holes like a sieve, and his eyes, which had lost their color, stared fixedly at Cheng Feng as if saying something.

  Old Li held the gun tightly and followed him closely, walking while constantly looking back at their rear. Cheng Feng really liked Old Li, this old soldier, with him around, his soldiers wouldn't suffer, this old soldier always managed to appear when he was most needed, and absolutely got things done.

  Cheng Feng stopped at a bend, and in the howling wind, he faintly heard some noise. Cheng Feng slowly aimed his gun at the turning point of the trench, while using hand gestures to tell Old Li and the others behind him to stop, then suddenly stretched out his gun and quickly withdrew it, so if there were enemies outside, their bullets would immediately come flying over.

  After a few seconds, there was no gunfire or grenade coming over, and the surroundings were still quiet. Cheng Feng knew that there should be no one, so he turned his head to signal to Old Li with his hands, telling them to prepare hand grenades to cover themselves. If they rushed out and encountered enemies, Old Li would throw from a 45-degree angle behind him.

  Old Li nodded, reached into his bag and pulled out a hand grenade, pulling out the fuse and getting ready. At the same time, he signaled to Zhang Yu and the others to make similar preparations.

  As Lao Li and Zhang Yu finished their preparations, Cheng Feng held his gun with both hands, stepped over the corner of the trench, and simultaneously pointed the muzzle of his 07 rifle forward in preparation for firing. Less than two meters away from Cheng Feng, an Indian soldier who had been seriously injured leaned against the right side of the trench, with four holes shot through his left chest. The four holes no longer had any blood flowing out of them, but instead only bubbles of blood that burst when blown out of the holes. At the same time as these bubbles were bursting, a faint gasping sound was coming from the soldier's mouth, and it turned out that this sound was coming from here.

  Cheng Feng waved his hand to signal that everything was okay, and Old Li followed closely behind. The few of them continued to run crouched down towards the depths of the trench, covering each other. Inside the trench, apart from the sound of the wind, there were only their heavy breathing sounds. Suddenly, at a joint in the left side of the trench, Cheng Feng sensed that something was moving inside a bunker.

  "Don't move, I'll go first." Cheng Feng signaled for Old Li and the others to stop, then turned sideways to observe.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat" had barely approached the entrance when the machine gun inside fired a burst in their direction.

  The bullet hit the right side of the trench, kicking up a cloud of dust with a "hissing" sound, almost hitting Cheng Feng's eyes.

  "Lay down your arms, surrender and we won't kill you," he said in English, then waved his hand for Old Li and the others to get ready.

  The "Da Da Da" cave did not stop firing, and the machine guns inside continued to fire, so that the Indian army inside did not dare to come out. However, Cheng Feng and others who didn't know the situation inside the cave also dared not to enter rashly. At this time, the brothers from the first and fourth squads of the regiment who could walk all came up one after another. Liu Yi, a flamethrower from the first squad, ran over with heavy breathing. The flamethrower in his hand was still usable.

  "Fire it up!" Feng Chong shouted, waving his hand at Liu Yi as he tossed two grenades into the cave and then leaned against the left side of the trench.

  The "boom" of the grenade explosion, a thick smoke spewed out from the cave, Liu Yi took advantage of the smoke, holding the flamethrower and sprinted to the entrance with one swift step, then turned the muzzle towards the inside and pulled the trigger.

  "Whoosh" Along with the sound of the flamethrower's gunfire, a cluster of red hot flames directly sprayed into the cave.

  "Ah, ah!" Several mournful cries echoed from within the cave, followed by a small explosion that sent out a burst of air, which in turn engulfed Cheng Feng and the others in a cloud of dust.